My pussy was already gleaming, absurdly interested in the idea of coating expensive jewelry in my juices. Mason's eyes drifting between my legs told me he saw it too.
“I'll put them on for you,”
“No,” his lopsided smile nearly stopped my heart. “I've distracted myself with thoughts of your taste and the breathy little sounds you make right before you come. You can finish opening your presents in a moment.”
With a wicked grin, he pushed me onto my back and laid me down under the tree like I was another one of his presents. His lips met mine, then sought a leisurely path down my throat, across each clavicle, and over my belly. An irritated little huff escaped me.
“Impatient,” he admonished me.
“Who's patient on Christmas morning, you monster?” he laughed, and his breath tickled my swollen clit. “Certainly not you, or I'd be opening my presents instead of waiting for your tongue.” That very tongue cut off my complaining, and a ragged moan tore from my throat as he swept the flat expanse over me in slow rhythmic circles.
“Fuck, Claire.” Masculine hands spread me lewdly, the tension on my sensitive skin enough to sting. His lips, teeth, and tongue attacked me as if he wanted to lick every inch of me clean. He filled me with his tongue, taking my breath away as he thrust into me. The thick muscle curled, stroking at my G-spot as I whined and ground my clit against his nose.
“Shit, I'm sorry,” I muttered as I tried to force my hips to calm.
“What the fuck are you sorry for?” and he returned to my clit.
“You couldn't breathe.”
He laughed in sync with his tongue working me closer and closer to an orgasm. “I could breathe fine, but not as well if we did this,” he grabbed me around my thighs, placed them on his shoulders, and rolled, forcing me to straddle his face. He dove immediately back in.
I stared in fascination as his enthusiastic tongue parted my sensitive flesh. How his pink tongue slid between my labia with a lazy assuredness that told me he didn't care how long I took to come; he was happy to suffocate here. The sight of him feasting on me was much more than I could take, and in a few brief minutes, I was building toward an incredible orgasm. I wasn't afraid of crushing him, but the wet sound coming from my pussy scared me. I didn't want to drown the man or the rug that would surely cost a small fortune to dry clean.
“Mason, I'm going to squirt.” He kept going. “At least flip me back over so I don't drown you—ugh, ah!” I came with an incredible surge of release, my empty pussy violently spasming as I covered him and the rug.
He hummed appreciatively. Sucking at my oversensitive clit before he flipped me to my back. He lightly coughed as he spent a few minutes sucking my skin clean of any remaining cum. “My cock is so hard, pressed into this goddamn floor. Fucking painful.”
“Poor baby, you almost drowned, and now your cock hurts.”
I yelped as his teeth dug into my thigh in retribution.
“Don't be spiteful. Why don't you come up here and put your cock somewhere soft instead?”
“I think I will.” He climbed up my body, placing little kisses and nips as he went. His lips caught mine, prying them open and sliding my flavor against my tongue. “Spread your legs wide for me. Let me fuck you slow and deep.” His hands coasted my thighs. “You should see how delicious you look, all swollen and hot for me.”
“Please,”
“Patience, baby. This next one is going to be intense.” He slid home, stretching me to my limits, and fucked me until we were both spent and panting beneath the tree.
“Can I open my presents now?” my exasperation with him was only slightly mocking.
“I insist.” He broadly gestured like he wouldn't dare keep me from them.
I began working through my pile, smiling and thanking Mason as I opened each item. There was an assortment of electronics and lovely things I'd never buy for myself, but I loved everything. I wasn't nervous at all, enjoying myself in a way I never had until I came to the garment bag.
“Mason, what's in there?” I hedged as I approached cautiously.
“It's a wrapped present, Claire. I suggest you stop acting like it's going to bite you and open it. “
“You tend to be over the top.”
“What's the worst thing it could be?” The situation amused him too much, which surely didn't instill confidence.
“A gown made of diamonds laced together with platinum?”
He smiled, and my heart stopped. “Then you have nothing to fear.”
I worked carefully to peel away the thick white paper with swirling golden filigree. A simple garment bag rested beneath. I slid the zipper down and met fabric the same color as the pearls in the panties. It was clear Mason intended for me to wear them together. I fully opened the bag, revealing the gown with an open-mouthed gawk.